Quiet Day


It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining through the trees and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. I have a lot of work to do and I love when I can move my office outdoors.

For today, I will relax in the gazebo, work as diligently as possible, and, hopefully, get some time to myself later.

Considering that the summer started off rainy and foggy, it sure has turned into a gorgeous season. Seems like we took our trip at just the right time, when the rain poured. When we returned home, it was sunny and everything was so green and lush!

I’m hoping the nice weather sticks around for our mini-vacation in a couple weeks. More travel is on the horizon and I’m looking forward to getting away again.

Today, I much prefer the sounds of nature in my backyard during a quiet, relaxing work day.


Healthy Eating

*pic courtesy of http://sfgate.com

In winter, I’m a terrible eater. Yes, because life gets hectic and crazy during hockey season, my eating habits change drastically and I tend to eat whatever is in front of me. Sometimes it is a sandwich and soup, other times it’s take out or drive-thru. Whatever is quick and easy, I’ll eat it.

But when summer rolls around and I have time to breathe, I prefer to put more thought into what I eat.

Typically, I stick to a Mediterranean Diet – although I don’t consider it a diet, per ce, because I actually enjoy these foods. I love extra Virginia olive oil, fresh veggies, and all kinds of bread. Yes, I eat loads of carbs because you only live once and I’m not giving up my favourite foods. Once in a while, I will indulge in cheesecake (my only foodie weakness!) and sweets. But my meat and sugar consumption tend to drop off like dead flies as spring turns to summer.

Once fall arrives, Thanksgiving comes and all the greasy, fat-filled, bad-for-me foods that I’ve missed out on while riding my bike, swimming, and jogging make their way onto my plate again.

It’s not a vicious cycle as some may assume. It’s the way I’ve lived for a few years now and it seems to suit me just fine. I have no outrageous health issues and I’m usually very active in some way, shape, or form. To each their own – and this is what I love to do because I don’t feel as though I’m missing out on anything.

Being so short, you’d think I would have to watch my weight more than I do (putting on ten pounds can seem like twenty to someone barely over 5 feet tall), but, truth be told, I’m not concerned about anything other than the typical health issues. I don’t want to have a heart-attack at age 40, I don’t want to be unhealthy and suffer because of it. And I don’t want others to worry about me.

As for my weight and whether or not others think I have an attractive body, I only have one thing to say…HAHAHA! No. That’s not something I’m worried about. Sometimes I feel bad for subjected others to seeing me in a swimsuit, but, that doesn’t stop me from going swimming with my son.

The best part about being my age is that I no longer care what others think of how I look. I live a healthy life for ME. And for my family. Because I want to be around for a lot of years to share in the wonderful moments with my boys that only a mother/wife could appreciate.

And THAT is the joy of eating.


Simple Pleasures


Today is one of those days when everything is at its most simple.

It is the small things in life that make the biggest impact and I’m a firm believer in appreciating the little things. For as much as I can get frustrated sometimes, it’s usually because of things that get complicated or complex. Don’t get me wrong – there are some problems in life that need critical thinking in order to solve. My life is not one of them, which is why I chose the profession that I did.

I could have become a lawyer and practiced law every day and I’m sure that it would have been completely fulfilling. Sometimes I daydream about the choice I could have made. But, I’m very fortunate to have the life I lead. It’s quiet, solitary, and unspeakably easy. As a general rule, I like to keep it simple, understated, and undemanding.

I don’t live an outrageous life. I’m too old for that stuff anymore. There was a time when I lived my life in fast-forward. It was exhausting. I had my fun while I was young and I don’t regret much. It was fun while it lasted.

As I grow older, I realize that slowing down is exactly what I need in life. Now, I prefer the simple life, a succession of little things that mean a lot to me. A walk to the park, a delicious salad, and watching a baby bird in my yard that is trying to fly for the first time.

‘Tis my life – and I’m grateful every day that I have what I do. Many people would give up a lot to have my life. That fact alone is enough for me to appreciate what I have.


The Importance Of Being A Writer


Writer’s remorse is real. I am proof.

I just finished some very important writing and now I’ve been sitting here on my deck with my computer closed on my lap for over twenty minutes. Yes, twenty minutes.

I keep going over and over in my head all the things I may have done wrong and, because I hit the SEND button, there’s no way I can go back and change it now.

My stomach is in knots, my body won’t stop quivering, and I’m completely on edge because I believe that this is the second most important writing I’ve ever done, next to my university entrance exam.

I’ve never been good at much – I’m a good friend, a good mother, and an intellectual thinker – but, when it comes to things that I WANT to be good at, my passion rises and my heart leaps into my throat. Thus is my writing life. They say, when you’re a writer, you need a thick skin. I’m sitting here wondering when my thick skin will begin to form.

I can be a friend and make people feel at ease. I am a good mother when my son and I learn life lessons together. I’m a deep thinker and I have my own beliefs. But when it comes to my writing, I’m afraid I’ll never feel good enough even though I strive to be. I think a part of me will always feel that way.

For now, I’m going to relax in a tub of massive bubbles and hope that the insecurities about my writing will be washed away.


True Self


I found this on social media a while ago and I had to include it in this update. It’s a lesson that is hard to learn – quieting the mind in order to find answers. But, once mastered, it is an invaluable tool.

It’s a double edged sword at times because, for me, sometimes the answers to life’s questions frighten me. As they say, sometimes ignorance is bliss. I may not always get the answers I want, but it is the journey to which I find what is right.

Paradoxically, the stillness of mind creates an other-worldliness that can open you up to other possibilities as well. It is the synergy between mind and body that is produced when we empty ourselves of all influences. This is where creativity and peace lay – in the deepest recesses of our being.

Through yoga and meditation, this is where I go to find my true self.




After spending a week in an area where the average daily temperature was 33c (91f), coming home to 13c (55f) felt like a shock to the system. I walked off the plane, onto the Tarmac, and instantly my body broke out into goosebumps. And I haven’t been able to get rid of them yet!

I didn’t think I’d get a chance to wear the new sweaters I bought but I was mistaken. I’ve worn all my new sweaters as well as some of my old ones too.

For today, I’m going to get cozy in my fav chair, drink liters of hot coffee, and cuddle under my favourite blanket while reading a good book.

If I’m really motivated, I may even try to get some writing done – but that depends on how cold my fingertips are!

This would be one of those reasons why half the world assumes it’s always winter in Canada – it’s still so very cold in summer.

Off to the coffee maker, I go!